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She wakes up in a cold sweat yet again, heart racing. She rolls her eyes, completely annoyed with herself, and brushes a hand against Jackson's shoulder. "Sorry. Bad dream. Did I wake you?"
He's been with her enough times, knows her well enough, that he knows when she's ready for it, knows when he can really let go. He holds her head in place, rocking his hips up, fucking her mouth as deep as he can.
"Goddamn," he says, arching his back and grinning at her. "Better than good, and you know it."
"I always Like it, darlin," he says, leaning in to brush his mouth against hers in a light kiss. "What next?"
"Think you probably need some kinda punishment for the teasing," he says, brushing her hair back from her face.
He knows that she likes it enough to want it, even if they have to find ways around her new found condition.
"So what?" He asks, trailing his fingers down the curve of one breast. "Parameter me."
"It's not stupid," he murmurs shifting closer, crowding into her space a little. "But I do like the sound of teasing. Doesn't sound very much like a punishment though, darlin."
"I do like it when you beg," he says, tweaking her nipple, pinching and pulling it lightly.
"Do you really want that, Mac?" He asks, rubbing his thumb across her nipple. "Gentle?"
"I've noticed," he says, still teasing her nipple. "So now why won't you tell me how you want to be treated. How you really want it..."
"Mack," he says, taking his hand away from her and looking her straight in the eye. "I swear to you that whatever I do, I'll keep you both safe. Now," a smile spreads across his face. "Tell me what you really want."
A broad grin spreads across his face and he settles back on the bed, leaning against the bedframe.
"Get across my lap."
"Need to take advantages of it while we can," he says, pushing her legs apart and fondling her ass. His other hand finds her tits, squeezing.
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